Paris // Lyon // Nice // Le-Puy-en-Velay
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(Wifi, aka my lifeline in France, stopped working yesterday! Here's yesterday's post.) Today was my last day in Paris. Here is a picture of my sneaker and nature. (Ewww my leg is dry. Oh well.) A part of me was thankful that the solo portion of my trip was over, but another part felt kinda sad. I had a ton of fun on my own, being independent and only taking care of myself - I could go on. I will certainly reflect on my trip and record at a later time. With today being my last in Paris, I decided to hit some more coooooool spots. ~I hopped out my hostel at Paris, with a dream and my baaa-ackpack.~ (I totally should have used the Miley Cyrus reference when I actually hopped off the plane at CDG - oh well.) But yes, I checked out of the hostel around 10AM and headed to Matamata, a cafe I had looked up. As per reviews, I ordered their avocado toast and a chai latte (my go-to at Starbucks) with oat milk. Their avocado toast was interesting because it had your more savory bread base, avocado, feta-ish tasting (maybe goat) cheese, and spices, but also sweet honey and toasted almonds??? It went surprisingly well together - consider putting honey on your avocado toast. The chai latte was good too - it was less sweet than I expected, probably because I was accustomed to the classic Starbucks chai. Hooray! Brunch concluded and I dipped to Jardin des Tuileries. I love how Paris has so many open natural areas. I know a lot of big cities have select nature spots too (to appease the people, in my opinion), but the ones in Paris seem more integrated? Less contrast between industry and nature for sure. I took a nice walk through the garden, saw some fountains, laughed at some pigeons, and soaked in the sun. ~Below are musings of pigeons, enjoy.~ Every time a pigeon walks, it bobs its head forwards. Imagine with every stop, you jut your head forwards? I wonder if a pigeon walks backwards, its head juts backwards. And what if your pigeon neck gets tired and sore? Poor pigeon. **Tangential miracle: Before I ventured to Paris, at some points the weather was projected to rain 3 out of the 4 days. But lo and behold, I experienced the beautiful sun and not too hot weather everyday! Thanks nature. Musée d'Orsay was the next destination. On my way inside, I heard some lively jives from some performers. There was a trio playing pleasant tunes and a woman dancing alongside them. It was a really warming sight to me for some reason and I stopped and listened for a bit. Anyway, I heard about this museum online and through friends. It is home to a lot of impressionist pieces and sculptures, but also more modernist works. I have always liked museums, but I recently learned that large art museums or exhibitions are too much for me. I think it's best for me to either seek out one exhibition and really invest in it or skim over everything. I chose the latter. I have fewer pictures for Orsay because I wanted to enjoy my time in the moment more. I included some of my favs!!! I also included some pictures of the walk to Orsay, featuring the Seine River. This was my favorite piece. I am a big fan of waves, any form of water, and/or clouds in art. I liked it so much... I bought a magnet of it. I became hungry once more. I am a big snacker and prefer tiny meals here and there. I decided to splurge on, you know it, macarons! Pierre Hermé is supposedly known for their desserts - at their sit-in cafe, I bought a couple macarons for myself and others, a sugary pastry (I don't recall the name)(Edit: My baker best friend tells me the pastry is a kouign-amann), and a flat white. Yummy all around but to be honest, nothing out of this world. I get why macarons are so desirable but............ they're okay. I think there are better desserts out there. With a spare hour and a half or so, I headed to Père Lachaise Cemetery, a large cemetery that is famous for burying some popular French figures. Why a cemetery, you ask? Honestly, don't know. I furiously perused Reddit, someone mentioned it, and I noticed. Kind of similar to the Catacombs, I felt weird taking many pictures. Something I noticed about the graves was that most of them were above ground or raised. Again, my short walk through the cemetery was unsettling, despite being above ground, experiencing great weather, and not seeing any remains (unlike the Catacombs). It just made me think... wow, we're all going to end up like this some day (eek). Death is not a bad thought, just reality; however, it's not something I like to be constantly reminded of. Anywho, my half day in Paris finished up and I used my final metro to get to a station that would train me to Lyon. The first two pictures are of my train snack (rôti de boeuf sandwich?) and the train window. My fellow college student and friend (hi Ty, peep the last picture with the family cat) flew into Lyon earlier today. He found me at the station, brought me to our host's car, and we arrived safe and sound at the host's place (thanks Gaspard and family). Ty, Gaspard, Gaspard's parents, and I dined on radishes and butter (interesting combination), baguettes (a staple), chicken (yes), yogurt (creamy), strawberry pie with whipped cream (yummalicious), and wine (pink). I was quite satisfied. The third picture is their outdoors patio area where the family sometimes dines or hangs out.
More pictures and stuff to come later! I'm tagging out.
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